Overdue [Incomplete]

Posted on 05/14/2020 @ 9:54am by
Edited on on 06/29/2020 @ 10:37pm

Mission: S1E3: Visit to Starbase 375
Location: Deck 7: Chief Counselor's Office
Timeline: Day 2 at 0900

The turbolift opened on Deck 7 and Noah stepped out into the deserted hallway. With the ship docked at DS20, there wasn't much foot traffic aboard ship. After spending almost a month on base, Noah was ready to get going. Still, his time on the station allowed him to get to know his knew shipmates. His run in with Dr. S'Lace's cat almost killed him, but checked his physical off the list. Of course going through that ordeal also flagged him to visit the Counselor next. He recieved an automated scheduling notification. He sighed as he approached the Counseling department's door, as he still had yet to get any sort of work finished since coming aboard.

The door opened at his approach and walked into the waiting area. "Good morning," he said to the receptionist, "Ensign LeBlanc here for my appointment."

The pretty young woman behind the reception desk smiled up at Noah. "Good morning, Ensign," she replied. "If you'll just take a seat, Counselor Toran will be with you momentarily. I'm Heather, by the way." On her desk were a few assorted knick-knacks, including a family photo, a souvenir from Deep Space 20, and a small screen displaying the present stardate and the phrase "DID YOU KNOW? The Eiffel Tower in Earth's city of Paris can grow up to 15 cm on hot days?"

"Thank you," Noah responded with a smile, "A pleasure to meet you Heather." He sat down in one of the chairs, which wasn't too far from the reception desk. He smiled at the date calendar, "La Liberté éclairant le monde... Erm, Statue of Liberty has a 35 foot waistline," he commented, adding his own trivia fact.

Heather grinned, and then picked up a PADD and wrote that down. "Thank you! Always looking for new bits of trivia."

The door to the Counselor's office opened and Ilos emerged. "Mr. Leblanc? Come on in and have a seat." He smiled at the young Ensign and gave a nod to Heather before clearing the doorframe.

The young man stood up. Noah gave a smile and a nod to Heather as he followed the Bajoran doctor into his office. "Good morning Doctor," he said as he sat down on the couch in the sitting area. This was probably the first counseling office he'd been in without an Eames style chair. "I'm guessing my file was flagged after meeting with Doctor S'Lace yesterday," he commented.

“It did, but please be assured I would’ve asked to see you regardless,” Ilos answered. “I meet with all the senior officers eventually. That maybe just moved you forward a bit.” He smiled. “And Counselor is fine. They don’t give doctorates at the end of a four-year Academy program. Though I probably do qualify for one by now,” he mused. “So tell me what did happen with Doctor S’Lace?”

"Ah alright," Noah responded, "I suppose that makes sense." He smiled, "I suppose it is a force of habit to call practitioners, doctor... Of course, in the Latin Doctor is teacher. Hense the title, Doctor of the Church in Roman Catholicism." He sighed, "The Doctor's cat almost killed me yesterday. The feline was loose on the ship and happened to get into my office. I am rather allergic, you see."

Ilos picked up a PADD and wrote a quick note regarding the etymology of Doctor. To ease his patient's anxiety, he showed the note. "Heather will approve of any little facts like this. She keeps a catalogue. Is your allergy life-threatening?"

"Not that severe, no," Noah responded, "I just sneeze constantly plus burning eyes. Luckily it is not as bad as some." He wasn't sure what an allergy had to do with psychology, but he wasn't a counselor.

"Then why do you consider that the cat almost killed you?" Ilos asked.

"A figure of speech, hyperbole," Noah explain, "Although I suppose if it went untreated something worse could have come from it. For example, someone tosses a grenade in your quarters, it may not kill you but it of course won't help."

"I suppose I'm trying to understand the choice to use such hyperbole," Ilos explained. "Sometimes it's in good fun, but when someone compares meeting a cat to having someone toss a grenade into your quarters, it piques my curiosity."

Lt. JG Toran Ilos
Chief Counselor
USS Crazy Horse

and

Ensign Noah LeBlanc
Chief of Operations
USS Crazy Horse

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Post has been left incomplete due to the departure of both of the writers involved. Has been published post deactivation.